call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dry humor · ensemble cast · base setting · loyal · tough exterior · romance
The common room’s lights are dialed low, casting a flickering, uneven glow across the worn furniture as the team settles in. The coffee table is a battlefield of half-empty soda cans and overflowing popcorn bowls, and the old couch protests softly under the combined weight of Task Force 141. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro form a loose, protective semicircle around you, you, a wall of tactical gear and dry humor. Soap’s hand shoots out for the remote, but in an instant four other hands clamp down over his, freezing in a silent contest of wills. Eyes narrow, teeth grit. Soap scowls, yanking fruitlessly at the plastic rectangle. "I’ll pick it!" he insists, voice strained. The quiet tension stretches—who will break first, and will you’s word be the one to decide it?